When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.

I flung my tongue round like a cat-o'-nine-tails so that my pleasant peaceful infant room became little less than a German concentration camp as I took out on the children what life should have got.

Education, fundamentally, is the increase of the percentage of the conscious in relation to the unconscious. It must be a developing idea.

It's just as possible to live to the full in a narrow corner as it is in bigness.

There's no such thing beneath the heavens as conditions favorable to art. Art must crash through or perish.

No other job in the world could possibly dispossess one so completely as this job of teaching. You could stand all day in a laundry, for instance, still in possession of your mind. But this teaching utterly obliterates you. It cuts right into your being: essentially, it takes over your spirit. It drags it out from where it would hide.

... of the two kinds of order, the conscious and the unconscious order, only one is real. It's the order in the deep hidden places.